Challenge
by Katy Leopard
Summary: Bad boy Blaine Anderson is intent on pursuing Kurt Hummel for his own, but Kurt's certainly not making it an easy task. Lucky for Blaine, he loves a good challenge. Rated M for language and a little smut.
1. Chapter 1

Blaine Anderson strutted down the hallway like he owned the place. Which, in his own mind, he did. It was a sight to see- leather jacket, tight jeans, dark, untamed curls- watching the masses part like the red sea as he breezed through the hall, like some sort of badass Moses.

He was accustomed to commanding the attention of everyone in a given vicinity as he worked his magic. Obviously he was put off by the view of a beautiful ass in sinfully skintight jeans, ignoring the main event in the hallway in favor of fixing his hair in his locker mirror.

Naturally, Blaine saw fit to remedy this situation.

He wasted no time in sliding up behind the fair-skinned boy, speaking softly into his ear.

"View is better behind you."

Kurt glared at the reflection of the additional person in his mirror.

"What's so special about a douchebag in leather?" he snapped back at Blaine.

"Oh, baby, don't be like that," the curly-haired boy crooned, sliding one of his hands down Kurt's side towards his ass. Kurt shoved Blaine against the row of lockers and pinned his shoulders to the metal with his hands, a murderous glint in his eyes.

"Don't. Touch. Me." Kurt gritted out between clenched teeth.

An amused expression graced Blaine's visage at the rise he'd received from the taller boy.

Tilting his head up to look at Kurt's face, he countered with a smirk, "Baby, you know I fucking _love_ a good challenge."

"You're disgusting." Kurt shot back.

"That's not what you were moaning about last night." Blaine quipped, the smirk still prevalent on his face.

Kurt rolled his eyes, repulsed at quite possibly the stupidest comeback in the world.

"I think a trip to the Wizard is in store for you," Kurt spat out, "After you ask him for a brain and a heart, maybe you should beg for a growth spurt."

With a final icy glare, Kurt shoved himself off the shorter boy, slammed his locker shut, and took off down the hallway.

Blaine drew his bottom lip into his mouth as he watched that ass put on a show just for him.

Oh, how Blaine Anderson fucking _loved_ a good challenge.


	2. Chapter 2

Blaine sat a few rows back from Kurt, and was currently taking full advantage of this positioning, admiring him from behind.

His eyes scrutinized every perfect detail of the boy in front of him, feeling a twinge in his stomach every time he saw the muscles in his back move. He licked his lips as Kurt shifted in his seat a little, oblivious to the inspection going on behind him.

An idea flickered into his head, and as quietly as possible, Blaine tore a piece of paper out of the unwritten-in notebook in front of him (because writing notes was for squares, obviously), and crumpled it into a ball.

With a glance towards Mr. Warner, who had his back turned, writing on the board, Blaine chucked the paper ball at Kurt, hitting him in the back of the head.

In a flash, Kurt had jerked around in the direction the ball had came from, to meet the devilish gaze of a chuckling Blaine Anderson.

Kurt shot him a look full of daggers before turning back to the front of the room, filing Blaine Anderson under the category of "Not Worth Getting Yelled at For." However, for good measure, he twisted his arm behind him, pretending to scratch his back, but momentarily making a very blatant gesture of giving the curly-haired menace his middle finger.

Blaine's evil grin was of Cheshire Cat magnitude about now. He loved teasing this fabulously beautiful boy, loved seeing him react to the things Blaine did. Mainly, because his reactions were inevitably sexy. Everything he did was sexy.

What he wouldn't give to have that scrumptious, pale little ass underneath him, against him, _around_ him—

"Mr. Anderson? Perhaps you'd like to answer my question?"

Blaine was snapped out of his thoughts, "Huh?"

The rest of the class's eyes, including Kurt's trademark bitch glare, were now trained on him.

Mr. Warner repeated, "What was the purpose of the Sherman Anti-Trust Act?"

Blaine quirked one of his eyebrows and leaned forward.

"No. One. Fucking. Cares," he answered with a sneer.

Mr. Warner's eyes widened, as the class broke into laughter. Well, the class with the exception of Kurt of course, whose bitch glare could withstand just about any dumb remark. Admittedly, Blaine was hoping his comment might crack the perfect boy.

Oh well, better luck next time.

"Excuse me, Mr. Anderson?" Mr. Warner questioned, shocked. Blaine just shrugged, and sat back in his chair.

"There's a little something called _'respect'_. Maybe you should exercise it sometime." This time it wasn't Mr. Warner who had spoken. Blaine's eyes shot to Kurt's vicious stare.

Something dark flickered in Blaine's eye. He continued to smile mischievously at Kurt.

"Oh, there are plenty of things I'd love to exercise. Maybe you can come along. Bring some cute little spandex shorts."

"Why are you such a dick?" Kurt shot back at him.

"Well, word on the street is that you _love_ dick. I was just trying to fulfill your requirements."

A series of muffled "oh _snap_"s and "did he just go there?"s weaved their way throughout the room.

The taller boy's jaw dropped, just staring at the other boy, unable to believe what he had just said—in a room full of students and a teacher, no less.

"Baby, I suggest you close that mouth, unless you're planning on putting it to good use," Blaine retorted, finishing off his statement by jabbing his tongue into the side of his cheek a couple times and waggling his eyebrows.

Kurt was speechless.

"Alright, Mr. Anderson, to the office. Now." Mr. Warner's voice boomed out, furious, arm pointing toward the open door.

Blaine jumped up from his seat. He raised his hand to his forehead in a salute, "Yes, sir."

Scooping his things up, he walked backwards right past Kurt, meeting the fair boy's gaze one last time, running his tongue along the top row of his glistening teeth, and waggling his eyebrows once more, before turning around breezing right out the door.

That fierce bitch was going to be his in no time. No one can resist a bad boy.


	3. Chapter 3

Kurt had the strap of his school bag in a death grip. The incident in history class had been whizzing through his mind all day. What the hell was that guy's problem?

As he banged open the doors to the parking lot, his eyes fell upon the last thing he would ever care to see.

Blaine was leaning casually against Kurt's car, smoking a cigarette, smiling impishly at him as he walked out the doors. Kurt froze where he stood for a moment, before advancing on the boy.

"Shouldn't you be spray painting a wall or something? Or scrubbing it off of walls for community service?" Kurt's arms were now crossed tightly across his chest, glaring at the boy still leaning on the back of his car.

Blaine pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing the smoke out sideways. "Ouch!" Blaine responded, feigning offense, and lifting his free hand to cover his heart. "Be careful with those pointy words, Mr. Hummel. They could get you into some serious trouble someday."

Blaine slid the cigarette between his lips again.

"You know smoking is banned on campus, right?" The taller boy asked with a raised eyebrow.

Blaine said nothing. He just looked up at Kurt haughtily, took another drag from his cigarette, threw it on the pavement, and ground it out with his shoe. With playful look in his eyes, he blew the smoke in his mouth right in Kurt's face.

Kurt coughed at the sensation, flailing his arms in front of his face, attempting to thin out the smoke. "You're such an arrogant little punk!"

Blaine's hand flew to his heart again, adopting a faux-genuine tone, "Why, thank you!"

Kurt just kept glowering. "What do you want, Verne Troyer?"

Blaine faked a laugh at the jab, returning to his regular cheekiness.

"If I asked you to drop to your knees, would that be too forward?" Blaine challenged.

Kurt narrowed his eyes, "Why, so you won't feel quite as similar to an oompa loompa?"

Blaine shook his head incredulously, foisting himself off the car, and right up into Kurt's face. Kurt made a point to stand his ground, refusing to be intimidated.

"Make all the height cracks you want," Blaine dared, slanting his mouth up to the taller boy's ear, "but you give me ten minutes with that ass of yours, and you won't think I'm so _small_."

Kurt could smell the smoke on his breath, making him want to gag. He thrust the shorter boy away from him.

"You know, for someone so obsessed with shoving things up _my_ ass, you've got something pretty gargantuan shoved up _yours_. Not everybody swoons at your vulgar behavior," Blaine gave a pithy laugh. Kurt pretended he didn't hear it, and continued, "In fact, it just makes you look like an insecure bastard who's trying to compensate for his lack of _actual_ sexual experience."

Blaine stared at him silently for a second, then he exploded into laughter.

"Me? Lacking sexual experience?" The curly-haired boy was nearly bent double in laughter, struggling to get his words out with some semblance of coherency. "This. This coming from the billboard of virginity in front of me."

Kurt's arms crossed defensively in front of him once more.

"I am not a billboard of virginity, you cretin." Kurt was trying desperately not to take offense to the comment, but was not succeeding by any great lengths.

"Yeah, sure, ok. I apologize, I didn't realize wacking one out alone in your room every night was considered deflowering." Blaine was finally starting to compose himself.

"Ok, no, I'm done talking to you." Kurt slammed into Blaine's shoulder as he passed him to get to the driver's seat of his car.

"Ah, come on, baby, you know I'm just fucking around." Blaine said with a tone that made it clear that he really wasn't.

Kurt spun around to face Blaine once more, "First off, stop calling me "baby." I'm not your cheap whore. I'm not your _anything_, for that matter. Secondly, leave me. the fuck. alone." With that, Kurt wrenched his car door open, clambered in, and pulled out of the parking lot, narrowly missing Blaine as he backed out.

Blaine watched his car leave.

After he could no longer see him, Blaine whispered to himself, "No can do, china doll," before heading in the direction of his own car.


	4. Chapter 4

As Kurt saw Blaine pass him in the hall, he felt something graze across his ass. Blaine threw him a cheeky smile.

"Keep your hands to yourself!" he shouted at the shorter boy, who was now a few feet ahead of him.

The curly haired boy spun around abruptly, and sauntered back up to the other boy.

"What about other appendages?" he inquired, licking his lips for emphasis. The taller boy just rolled his eyes and shoved his way past.

Kurt was a good ways down the hall when he heard, "Hey, you dropped this!" He turned to see Blaine running up to him with his cell phone.

Kurt stared at his phone in the other boy's hand, then up to the innocent face of the boy that held it. Kurt's eyes narrowed, snatching the phone out of his hand. Kurt stalked off down the hall.

"Hey, thanks a fucking lot, Blaine!" The shorter boy yelled after him. Kurt raised his hand, waving it off.

Kurt was about half way into his lecture when he felt his phone buzzing. Tossing a glance around, he pulled out his cell phone. There was a text from an unknown number. Well-trained in the art of ninja-texting, Kurt opened the text and read it.

_To: Kurt_

_ur ass looks delicious in those jeans, btw_

Kurt felt the color rise in his cheeks. Simultaneously pissed off and confused, he texted back.

_From Kurt:_

_How the hell did you get my number?_

Not a minute passed before his phone was buzzing again.

_To Kurt:_

_you underestimate my abilities and that is sort of offensive_

_From Kurt:_

_I told you to leave me the fuck alone, you prick._

_To Kurt:_

_again w the genitalia insults. i thot we established this alredy_

_From Kurt:_

_I'm ignoring you now._

Kurt shoved the phone into his bag. Every few minutes he heard a faint buzzing. He did his best to disregard the noise.

Class was nearly over, and the buzzing still went off periodically. Huffing, he checked the teacher once more, and pulled his phone out. 17 new messages.

_To Kurt:_

_u couldnt ignore me if u tried_

_To Kurt:_

_come on baby _

_To Kurt:_

_fine then ignore me. but im just gonna keep texting u until u respond_

Kurt quickly scanned through the messages, each one more annoying than the last. The most recent text read:

_To Kurt:_

_meet me in room 207 at the beginning of lunch_

Kurt rolled his eyes. Right then, the bell rang for lunch. Kurt quickly gathered his stuff and walked to his locker. Finally, he responded.

_From Kurt:_

_Why would I do that?_

_To Kurt:_

_HA! i got u 2 respond! just meet me there_

_From Kurt: _

_How about no?_

_To Kurt:_

_come on i just wanna talk_

_From Kurt:_

_That's the biggest piece of bullshit I've ever heard. I know about room 207. I'm not an idiot._

_To Kurt:_

_i told u i just wanna talk. meet me there and i will leave you the fuck alone_

Kurt leaned against his locker, kicking himself for even considering this.

_From Kurt:_

_You swear to god you'll leave me alone?_

_To Kurt:_

_ill swear 2 anything u want bby_

Kurt slammed his head against the row of lockers, trying to convince himself this was a trap and not to give in. His thumb hesitated over the "send" button for a solid 30 seconds before finally pressing the button.

_From Kurt:_

_Fine._

Kurt shoved the phone in his bag before setting off to the classroom.

"I can't believe I'm doing this…" he muttered to himself as he steeled himself to open the door.


	5. Chapter 5

Room 207 was in an isolated part of the school. Basically, it was the prime private room in the building, and was therefore quite infamous. Kurt knew this the moment Blaine had texted him. However, his brain was consumed with the thought of Blaine _finally_ leaving him alone.

He opened the door to Blaine leaning against the opposite wall. When Kurt entered, a wicked smile stretched across his face. He advanced quickly towards Kurt.

"Glad you came."

Kurt didn't respond. Instead of stopping in front of Kurt, he breezed passed him to the open door. He promptly shut it and pulled down the window shade.

Kurt was immediately on alert.

"What kind of crap are you trying to pull, Anderson? You said you wanted to _talk_."

"Well, we are talking aren't we?" Blaine answered innocently. But he continued, "I _do_want to talk, ok?"

Blaine sighed, and moved to stand in front of Kurt.

"Kurt, I like you."

The taller boy scoffed. "Yeah, doesn't take rocket science to figure that one out, buddy. You've been after my ass for months. It's not a secret."

Blaine smirked. "True. But Kurt…I _really_ like you. A lot."

Kurt nodded, trying to understand his angle. Yeah, he _knows_ Blaine likes him. He hasn't been able to get him off his back, the boy is so damn persistent.

Blaine continued. "And you know what?"

Kurt crossed his arms in front of him, inviting him to go on.

"I think you like me too."

Kurt's eyes bugged out of their sockets. "I—what? That's—that's totally not-…"

The shorter boy's face went devilishly dark as he advanced closer on the boy.

"You like me. And you like me a lot." He spoke it so matter-of-factly, like it was a concept that couldn't be refuted.

Kurt just stammered, "That's—I can't—how could you even _think-__…__"_

"-And you know what else I think?" Blaine was now inches away from Kurt. The taller boy refused to encourage him.

"I think you're _scared_."

Kurt instantly flared. "I am _not__scared_! I am—" Blaine chuckled darkly.

"Oh, I think you're _terrified_." Kurt attempted to contest the accusation, but Blaine simply steamrolled on. He began slowly walking Kurt backwards, causing the taller boy to step back toward the wall behind him.

"You are terrified because you like me, and you wish you didn't. You're terrified because you don't know how long you can keep up this charade of disinterest." Blaine now had Kurt up against the wall. Blaine's hands found Kurt's shoulders, pinning him there. Kurt struggled against his restraints.

"_Don't__touch__me!_" Blaine laughed again.

"I think you love when I touch you. It means someone appreciates all the hard work you put into your appearance." Kurt tamed his thrashing, remaining silent at the allegation. "I think you _think_ about me touching you." There was amusement in Blaine's voice now. Kurt glared at him, refusing cave in to the other boy. He felt one of the hands pinning his shoulders release him, only to feel it ghosting over the (embarrassingly) decent-sized bulge in his pants and _when_ did that happen? Kurt was _not_, repeat _not_ attracted to him.

Blaine's smirk only became more prevalent at the reaction from the boy. He pressed his mouth against the taller boy's ear, "Do you want me to touch you Kurt?"

He heard Kurt swallow loudly. Blaine chuckled again in his ear. He slid his hand onto the paler boy's waist. Kurt jerked at the sensation, but did not try to remove the warm hand. Kurt fought valiantly to control his breathing, his mind racing a million miles an hour.

"I'm probably the first person to ever pursue you like this." Blaine laughed. Not expecting much of a reaction, the shorter boy was surprised to feel the other boy tense beneath him. Blaine's eyes widened.

"I am, aren't I? I'm the first person to go after you? To _want_ you." Kurt just glared at him, willing himself to stay quiet and not give him the satisfaction of knowing how right he was. But Blaine knew.

"You want me because I want you. Because I want you _so__goddamn__bad_." Kurt was trying so hard, so hard to keep himself together, and Blaine wasn't having it.

"You know what I think, Kurt?" A moment of silence passed before Blaine continued.

"I think you like it."


	6. Chapter 6

Kurt shuddered underneath Blaine's grip, not able to bring himself to respond.

"I think you love the fact that someone is finally interested in you. And I think that you are fucking _thrilled_ that it's someone who isn't afraid to take control over you. Who is willing to fight for what he wants. Who is willing to fight for _you_."

Kurt swallowed thickly.

"And you know what else I think?" Kurt gave a slight whimper. Blaine took that as incentive.

"I think you are so fucking turned on that I'm a bad boy." Kurt's breath hitched. "And I think you get yourself off every fucking night just _thinking_ about all the filthy shit I threaten to do to you at school. And wishing to every. fucking. deity. that one day you'll be brave enough to say 'yes' to me."

Kurt was positively shaking now.

"Say yes to me, baby."

Kurt just stared.

Blaine began breathing hot into Kurt's ear.

Blaine gritted his teeth, "I said, _**say. yes.**_"

Only when Kurt felt a hot tongue trace the shell of his ear did he force the shorter boy away, with enough force to send him flying to the floor. Kurt stared heatedly down at the boy, breathing heavily.

Blaine's expression was both murderous and lustful as he gazed up at the object of his desire.

"You can deny it all you want, but you know I'm right. I told you, I love a good challenge. And fuck if you aren't the biggest challenge I've ever encountered. You are _the_ most stubborn, egotistical bitch I have ever met. And that's the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen. I've never wanted anything so goddamn much as I've wanted you. _Fuck_, do I want you. And you _know_ you want me too."

The tension in the room after Blaine's tirade could be cut with a knife. They stared at each other, chest heaving, for what seemed like hours.

Finally, Blaine broke the silence. "This might be the longest I've ever seen you go without talking. For someone who loves the sound of their voice so much, this is quite a fucking—"

Without warning, Kurt launched himself on top of Blaine, smashing their lips together in a hungry kiss—no, it wasn't just hungry. It was _ravenous. _Primeval. Animal. Lacking any kind of affection or finesse. This was sheer lustful _want_. No, _need_.

Hair was pulled, lips were bruising, teeth were clanging together. It was as if nothing else existed beside the fact that their tongues were fucking against each other in the most avaricious battle for dominance that had ever been fought.

Neither protested as various buttons were undone, zippers pulled, underwear yanked with little-to-no care down to the thigh in the desperate need to _feel_.

Blaine vehemently flipped Kurt over, slamming him into the floor and straddling him. He all but crashed his body down onto the moaning boy beneath him, attacking his neck with his mouth, tongue, teeth, as he rutted against the boy.

Kurt's nails dug into Blaine's back underneath his shirt, dragging them down to produce long, angry red marks. He bucked his hips up to meet every thrust the sweating boy above him grinded out, throwing his head back with a particularly loud, desperate moan. Not a single ounce of his mind could bring him to give a shit about how he sounded.

Blaine reached a hand between them, doing his best to wrap it around both of their cocks. They both groaned at the wonderful added pressure. As Blaine began to jerk them off together, Kurt dug his fingers into the curly hair above him, and crashed their mouths together again.

Kurt slid one hand out of the thoroughly fucked up mass of curly hair and assisted Blaine, wrapping his own hand around their erections.

As they thrust together, Kurt felt the pooling sensation inside him, and he knew he was close.

"Bl—Blaine—" Kurt tried to articulate, but was failing miserably. Luckily Blaine seemed to understand anyway.

"I know, I know," he panted into Kurt's ear.

They doubled their efforts, working vigorously together, teetering dangerously over the edge and searching for that final push.

Kurt finally got the push he needed, Blaine whispering breathless into his ear, "Come for me, Kurt."

With those words, Kurt's back arched high off the floor and he let himself go, Blaine's name hanging from his lips. Blaine followed seconds after, Kurt's expression of pure ecstasy painted on the inside of his eyelids, and his name escaping his mouth as he released.

If the moment before this had felt like hours, this felt like _eternities_. Blissful, boneless eternities that they wished would last forever.

As they both slowly came down, they simply gazed at each other, trying to regain control of their breathing or form coherent sentences.

What ended up spewing out first was, "_Fuck_."

Blaine smiled widely at the other boy who had spoken.

"Agreed. _Fuck_."


	7. Chapter 7

Another bout of silence fell upon them. They took time to re-situate their clothing (Kurt made an annoying point to groaned about the state of his shirt. "This was _Alexander McQueen_. Now there's _come stains_ all over it."), and attempt to repair their demolished hair ("There's _no way_ it will ever be the same again. Fuck you, Blaine Anderson. I'll be having a bad hair day for the rest of my life.").

When all was cleaned up, and mostly decent, Blaine took the time to gloat.

"I fucking told you, didn't I? And I was right. I'm _always_ right. You've wanted me from the beginning."

Kurt's bitch glare was quickly back in place, "No, I did not. I thought you were a douchebag from the start. And _I_ was completely right. The fact that you were monumentally attractive is beside the point."

Blaine's wicked smile broadened. "You think I'm monumentally attractive?" He leaned into Kurt, face inches from his.

Kurt played an air of nonchalance. "Yes. There's no use arguing with fact. But, you know, it's perfectly possible to find someone attractive and not be attracted to them."

"Oh," Blaine began, placing a kiss to the base of Kurt's neck. "So," he kissed further up his neck, punctuating each of his pauses with a kiss up his neck and jaw, "You" kiss. "aren't" kiss. "attracted" kiss. "to" kiss. "me?" He placed a final kiss right below Kurt's ear, earning him a gasp from the taller boy. He'd have to log that spot away for later.

"You're making this difficult to explain," Kurt choked out breathily.

Blaine then took Kurt's face in his hands and peered into his eyes, "Then don't."

He pressed Kurt's bruised lips against his softly, with all the gentleness that they hadn't yet experienced.

"You know, I don't really think you're a 'bad boy'" Kurt revealed after they had broken their kiss.

Blaine raised an eyebrow quizzically, "Oh really?"

Kurt shook his head, "No, I don't. I think you just have so much desire to attain the things that you want, that you can't think of any other sure fire way to get them than acting like a jackass."

Blaine nodded contemplatively for a moment.

Then shook his head, and replied earnestly, "Nope, I'm just a jackass by nature."

Kurt gave a small laugh, and cupped Blaine's face in his hand.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"I could think of several extremely kinky things you could do to me right now."

Kurt rolled his eyes, laughing again, and leaned his forehead against Blaine's before pulling back, staring into his eyes.

Right then, the bell signaling the end of lunch sounded. Kurt sighed, pulling himself up off the floor. He was obstructed by a hand pulling his arm back down.

Kurt tugged his arm out of the tight grasp. "Blaine, I have to go to class." The shorter boy frowned.

"You do not. Ditch with me." Kurt rolled his eyes again.

"I am not going to ditch with you. I hold my perfect attendance record with pride, thank you."

Blaine groaned, frustrated. "I had to fall for the goody two shoes."

Kurt cackled, "I just had sex with you in a classroom while school was still _in session_. Somehow I don't classify that as 'goody two shoes.'"

"Just another day in the life of Blaine Bad Ass Anderson." Blaine replied nonchalantly. Kurt snorted.

"Besides, I have to stop by my locker and change my shirt. There's no way I'm walking around as a walking advertisement for having sex in schools." Kurt gestured to the drying stains on his shirt. Blaine smiled and thrust himself off the ground, snatching his leather jacket off one of the few sparse chairs in the room. He held it out, ready for Kurt to slide his arms through.

Kurt's eyes widened in surprise. "Blaine Anderson, are you giving me your prized leather jacket?" He asked incredulously.

Blaine shrugged. "It's a bit big on me anyway." Kurt's smile was a mile wide as Blaine helped his arms into the jacket. Blaine then spun Kurt around to face him, admiring the new look. He eyed him up and down.

"Sexy as hell. Yeah, you can definitely keep that." Blaine pulled Kurt forward into a hungry kiss before Kurt pushed him away.

"_Class_." He reminded him. Kurt turned to go, but Blaine spoke up again.

"What are you doing after school?"

Kurt turned to smirk at him. "I'm not slashing any tires or breaking any windows."

Blaine laughed airily, "I was thinking more along the lines of dinner."

Kurt mulled over this for a minute. "Deal."

Blaine's face brightened at the acceptance.

Kurt was almost out the door when he spun back around to the other boy again.

"Look, Blaine, if we're really going to do this- this "together" thing—" Blaine's eyebrows shot up, "we need to get one thing straight."

Blaine hesitated. "O..kay? Shoot."

Kurt replied gravely, "Ditch the smoking."

Blaine couldn't hold back his laugh.

"Challenge Accepted."


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